What if I stacked the cards, hid the ace next to my heartPlayed out the game with a steady-handed heartWhat if I left the closet open, skeletons and allInvited in the press, leaving you to take the fallWhat if I scratched below the surface enough to open up the bricksDecades of desertion to erode it for a fixWhat if I did all of the things that I swore I'd never doJust to get me off the hook and leave the blame with youWell, I built this house with my ownAnd I can tear it down, crush these bricks to sandAnd you sit there on the surface, a roof up from the skyI could leave you in the rubbleBut I'm not the heartless kindWhat if I broke all of the mirrorsJust to hide my faceUse a broken glass to wipe away my tearsThen I'll leave you with the furniture, the photos in the framesAll I take in my bag is this mess that I madeWell, I built this house with my own handsI can tear it down, crush these bricks to sandAnd you sit there on the surfaceAnd you feel the pain, the pain, the pain, the painAnd you sit there on the surface, a roof up from the skyI could leave you in the rubbleBut I'm not the heartless kindSo I'll pop up the destruction, tidy up before I goI'll put away the cards, but leave an ace in the holeI will pack up all the memories, ones faded and blueSeal them in the boxes that I moved in hereOh, and maybe we'll unpack them and put things back in their placeWhen broken love is mended by a whole line of graceWell, I built this house with my ownI can tear it down, crush these bricks to sandAnd you sit there on the surface, a roof up from the skyI could leave you in the rubbleBut I'm not the heartless kindNot the heartless kind*